Those who truly know me won’t argue the point; but just to be clear – my mood swings can rival those of any 2 year old.  I had a boss who referred to me as Terrible Ter (yes, I asked him to stop and he did, wise choice Mr. Dynda). 

When I am hungry or tired, look out. 

Cross me, and watch me dig in my heels.

I can pout and sulk with the best of them. 

Okay, I seldom lay down in the middle of the room and scream and beat my fists; but that may be because of my concerns of being able to get up again.

And the final proof:

I LOVE Cheerios.

Yes, the preferred snack food of toddlers everywhere. 

I buy it in the GIANT size box and weekdays that is my usual breakfast.  (Berta approves too because unlike other cereals, it doesn’t leave any disgusting dust, sugar, or flavors in the leftover milk.)

I haven’t gone so far as to keep a little Ziploc bag of them in my purse, but it’s a thought …